A sinister smirk slithered across his face as the lifeless body crumpled to the
ground. It gave him a sweet satisfaction to kill, and watch as their eyes glazed
over, becoming empty and souless. It had been days sense his last kill, one in which
would forever be engraved in his memory. His last victim had screamed and begged for
life, the fear in her eyes had only made his need for the kill that much stronger.
She was so weak, so frail, something in which had always been in his nature to prey
upon. His need for blood was never ending, a craving that grew stronger in his vains
with every victim fallen as his prey. It ran through him even now, stronger than
before.
(I'm not sure if I should keep writing on this one... -_-*...Gah!)

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